Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1388

When Vera and Quill entered the ward, what came to view was Yulia's bandaged head with traces of blood seeping through the white gauze, dispirited. She looked vulnerable and in need of care as the loose blue hospital gown wrapped around her petite body, revealing her collarbones.

Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and looked at the door.

Vera saw the changes in her gaze clearly.

Her eyes were full of expectation in the beginning, and they grew brighter when she saw Quill, but then as soon as her gaze fell on Vera, the light disappeared.

It all happened in a matter of moments. If Vera hadn't been staring at Yulia since she entered the ward, she probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Vera didn't know how to describe her mood. When she visited Yulia in her previous admission, she had taken care of Yulia like a friend and even brought her food. But now, her feelings for Yulia had become inexplicable.

Vera glanced around the room. Apart from Yulia, some people from the company were present, and to her surprise, Juliette as well.

She had to come forward too?

It appeared that their family's relationship still held importance to Quill. Otherwise, he would not have asked someone as important as Juliette to intervene.

Vera didn't like it, but she didn't let it show. She only stayed next to Quill quietly the entire time.

Quill took a glance at Yulia, who was on the hospital bed before he turned to Juliette and asked, "What happened?"

Feeling helpless, Juliette explained, "There was an argument, and Miss Maxwell went over to persuade them. But the quarrel was fierce, so they accidentally shoved Miss Maxwell, and she hit her head." If it hadn't been for the blood, they would likely not have stopped.

After that, they rushed her to the hospital, worried that they would be held accountable if anything happened to her.

Hearing Juliette's explanation, Quill's gaze turned cold, and he turned to look at the senior managers.

"You guys are a bunch of managers, and yet you settle your disagreements with a fight?"

The group of managers didn't dare speak, facing Quill's scolding.

Although Quill was younger than most of them, he had been a magnate for years, so he could easily overpower them. If it had been Quill, they wouldn't have said otherwise.

But Yulia, who had no one to rely on, was afforded less respect, which led them to be more prideful and full of themselves.

As the argument between the bunch of men grew heated, it was bound to get physical. So when Yulia went to stop them, she would naturally get hurt.

"Think about how to make up for it. You can all go out first."

Thus everyone left the ward. Before leaving, Juliette took a glance at Yulia, then walked to Quill. "President, I need to talk to you about some work." "Okay."

Quill glanced at Vera, and she immediately replied, "Go ahead. I'll look after Yulia."

There were only two people left in the ward.

Yulia and Vera.

The ward was silent; no one spoke.

After a while, Yulia finally looked up at Vera, and her eyes fell on the shiny diamond ring in her hand.

Although Yulia had already known about it, her heart still wrenched seeing it with her own eyes.

After a while, Yulia stretched her lips into a bitter smile and said, "Congratulations."

Taken aback, she didn't expect Yulia to congratulate her. Vera originally hadn't wanted to talk to her as she stayed here. But now that Yulia had taken the initiative to speak out, she thought she should say something.

With that thought, she pursed her lips and only replied after a long time, "Thank you."

Yulia sat curled up in the bed,

looking thin and pale as she looked

at Vera with a forlorn face. "I really envy you. I'm sure you already know about the things between him and me. The message I sent you last time was really unintentionab including that time in the front. passenger seat. I didn't know Quill was picking you up. I wouldn't have sat there if I knew."

Huh?

Vera couldn't help feeling bewildered at her explanation. Why was she explaining all that to her?

So Vera frowned. "But it is true that you like Quill, isn't it?"

Yulia paused for a moment before she nodded.

"Yes, I like him. No, I love him, to be exact. I've known him ever since I was a child. To me, he was the one I'd marry when I grow up. I've completely regarded him as my future husband. I know the things I sometimes do can be somewhat extreme, but can you understand me? Can you understand the sense of loss when you suddenly realize the man you always thought was yours was no longer yours?"

Vera did not speak.

"What happened last time was my fault. Now that you two are together, there's nothing more I can say. I have nothing left now, and I just want to revive the Maxwell family. Can you... not see me as an enemy?' Enemy?

Vera looked at Yulia for a long time before she suddenly smiled.

"Is this all you have to say?"

"If you think I regard you as an enemy and want to persuade me, then I want to persuade you not to waste your time."

Vera spoke again, and the look on her face grew cold.

"As long as you still have feelings for Quill, and I'm still his girlfriend, then we'd be rivals, won't we?

I'm sure you're not that

magnanimous as to not hate me, let

alone be friends with me. Besides, there is no point in forcing a friendship. We're from different words. Also, you don't have to apologize to me; I refuted you that day as well. Finally, I'm sure Quill has made it clear to you that there was never an engagement between you two. It was nothing more than your wishful thinking, so he was never yours, to begin with. So, do forgive me for not understanding your behavior."

Her words had successfully triggered Yulia, and her already pale face became even paler, looking like she had been badly bullied.

Seeing the hint of blood on the gauze on her forehead, Vera pursed her lips and thought, "She's a patient, after all; it's kinda bad to say all that to her, isn't it?"

Forget it, so what if she was sick? Just because she was a patient doesn't mean they weren't rivals in love. Yulia shouldn't have said those high-sounding words in the first place.

Perhaps she was petty. Regardless, Vera never thought of herself as someone magnanimous, nor did she want to be a saint.

So what if she went overboard?

Yulia fell silent and only sat there with a pale face, looking particularly pitiful and helpless.

As a woman, even Vera thought she looked pitiful. Any man wouldn't help but want to be protective of her.

However, she knew Quill was not one to be tempted by beauty.

Hence, she wasn't bothered.